VI Epilogue 2 of 4

It’s the middle of the week.

You have a small yoga room to yourself in the fitness center. You’re worried about some tightness in your lower back, so Tiff has let you have a little time to work on it. Sitting, you spread your legs and lean forward until your chest is flat. Your reach with your arms. You’ve been here for a while. You just need to do your SI joint exercises and you can go shower.

The door opens. You take your time rolling your way back up and look over your shoulder.

Sheva leans against the wall, arms folded. She’s trying to look confident, but you see through it. It’s one thing for her to get all revved up with Viti and be unfulfilled. Coming to look for you in the middle of the afternoon? Not very subtle.

You turn around and sit cross-legged, then lean over and pick up your water bottle. A little shake makes the water slosh around.

“Thirsty?” you ask.

She snorts and kicks off her shoes. Like you, she wears yoga pants and a tank top. She turns her back on you and presses both hands to the wall to do a calf stretch, presenting you with a mouthwatering view of her hindquarters. She looks over her shoulder.

“You won’t do yoga with me?” she asks.

You sit there for a long moment. It’s not your conscience that you’re wrestling. The erection growing in your underwear has already cast its vote.

“I’ll touch you,” you tell her bluntly.

She freezes. Seconds tick by.

“Fine,” she says shortly and turns her face back to the wall. You put the bottle aside and stand up, walking over to her. She twitches when you grab her right buttock and squeeze it appreciatively.

“You have such a sexy body,” you tell her.

She stoically says nothing for a long moment. “Do your part,” she says. It’s not quite a snap.

You move your hand between her legs, finding her mound incredibly hot. She was seriously horny before she walked through that door. Only a powerful need could have brought her here. She doesn’t need much help getting ready for you.

You rub her mound slowly, listening to her breaths as you do. You free your cock from your leggings. It’s already half-hard. You smoosh it against her ass, rubbing precum all over her black yoga pants. But she’ll only put up with so much. As soon as you’re properly erect, you peel her yoga pants and underwear down.

You reach around her to flat, firm belly and pull as you thrust inside, getting a sharp gasp out of her. She doesn’t lose herself like she did at the Lodge. She controls her voice and her body… mostly.

“That’s it,” you say when you feel her needily pressing her hips backward. You would like nothing more than to put your full weight and power into this and just pound her like an animal, but you keep your thrusts quick, shallow, and gentle. It’s **** for her, and that just gives you more time to feel up her smooth hips and firm breasts. You finally take pity and give her a reach around by rubbing her clit while you push in all the way.

Sheva cums easily, still keeping her voice down to a low, shuddering moan.

You pull out to finish yourself off, decorating her quivering ass with a sticky load.